 This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For further information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org Kwaku Baboni or the Bad Boy from West African Folktales by William H. Barker Once upon a time in a certain village lived a man and his wife who were childless. One day however when the husband was away hunting the woman had a baby son. She was greatly troubled at her husband's absence because she was unable to let him know of the child's arrival. In that country it is the custom for the father to give the baby its name when it is a week old. As the time approached for the naming the woman wondered to herself what name she could give the child if her husband did not return in time. To her amazement the child himself answered, my name is Kwaku Baboni. As he was only a week old she was astonished to hear him talk. The next day she got a greater surprise. She had been grumbling because her husband was not there to go to the farm for her and fetch food. The baby announced, I will go to the farm, which he did. When he was a few weeks old she was one day very busy. She laid him down on the bed while she went on with her task. In a few minutes several boys came up to her in great anger. Your son has been beating us and ill treating us in the street, said they. My son, she cried, why my son is only a tiny baby. He is lying asleep on my bed. To convince them she went indoors to show them the baby. Imagine her surprise when he was nowhere to be seen. She had to apologize to the boys and beg them to forgive the child. Shortly after he came in and put himself to bed. He continued his mischievous tricks till his mother could no longer endure them. So she turned him out of the house and forbade him to return. He departed in great glee. After walking a few miles he came to a building where a goat, wolf, tiger, lion and elephant lived very happily together. These animals were all sitting round their fire when he approached. After many polite speeches he begged their permission to stay and be their servant as he was motherless. The animals, after a little discussion, agreed to this thinking he would be able to help them in many ways. He was given a seat and some food which he ate with great relish. These five animals usually took it in turns to go out to their farm a few miles away every morning to bring home food for the day. It being goat's turn he asked Kwaku to come with him to carry back the load. The basket was accordingly handed to the little boy and he set off meekly after the goat. When they reached the farm Kwaku sat down the basket and ran off to play. He paid no heed at all to the goat's calls for assistance but went on quietly playing. At last the goat was so annoyed that he came up to Kwaku and boxed his ears. To his great astonishment the boy gave him such a blow that he fell to the ground. Kwaku then proceeded to beat him till he cried for mercy nor would he stop his blows till the goat had promised to finish the work, carry home the load and tell no one what had happened. Having promised this the goat was allowed to go free but this time the poor animal's face was bruised and swollen. When the time came to go home the goat had to pack up the load and put it on his head. Then they set out. As soon as they came inside of their cottage Kwaku took the basket from the goat and he himself carried it into the cottage. The other animals all exclaimed in wonder when they saw the goat's face and asked him how it had happened. I was unfortunate enough to get into a swarm of bees when I was working. They stung me answered the poor goat. Next day it was the wolf's turn to go to the farm. He also returned much bruised and swollen. Goat, guessing what had happened, listened with a smile to the excuses made by wolf to the others. Goat and wolf afterwards talked the matter over and wondered much at the strength of the little boy. Each day another animal took his turn at the farm and each day he returned in the same condition as his friends had done. At last all the animals had been and all now came together to discuss how best they might get rid of Kwaku Barboni. They made up their minds that early the following morning they would start off together and leave the boy in possession of the house. They prepared a big basket of food and set it ready. Unfortunately for them Kwaku had heard their discussion and decided that he also would go with them. He quietly got himself a large leaf, rolled it round him for he was very tiny and laid himself down in the basket of food. But dawn the animals got up very quietly. Goat, being the youngest, was given the basket to carry. They started feeling very thankful to get away from the tiresome boy, never dreaming that they were carrying him along with them. When they had gone a fair distance, Goat, feeling very hot and tired, sat down to rest for a little while. As soon as the others had gone out of sight he opened the basket, meaning to have some food unknown to his friends. His greed was rewarded however by a terrible blow on the face. He then heard the words shut the basket at once and say nothing to the others. He obeyed and hurried after the others in fear of this terrible boy. As soon as he reached them he called out, Wolf, Wolf, it's your turn now to take the basket, I am very tired. Wolf took the load at once. They had not gone far when Wolf began to think of all the nice things in the basket and he also said he was going to rest a little while in the shade. Having got rid of the others in this way he hastily opened the basket. He was greeted by Kwakul in the same way as Goat had been and speedily closed the basket and followed the others. In this way each animal got his turn of carrying the basket and each was punished for his greed. Finally Elephant's turn came. When he rejoined the others and asked someone to relieve him of his load they cried out, If you do not want to carry it any further throw it away. He did so and they all took to their heels. They ran for several miles and only stopped when they came to a huge tree in whose shade they sat down to rest being quite breathless. Kwakul however had got there before them. He had quietly stepped out of the basket taking a short cut across country and arrived at the tree sometime before them. He guessed that they would probably rest there so he climbed up into the branches. There he remained hidden among the leaves while the animals sat on the ground below. There they discussed Kwakul and all the trouble he had caused them. They blamed Goat for having been the one to persuade them to take the boy as a servant. Goat being the youngest of the company had the domestic work to do and he had welcomed the idea of help. Goat indignantly denied being the cause of all their trouble saying, If I am really to blame for the admission of Kwakul let him appear before us. Kwakul promptly jumped down from the tree and stood in front of them. They were so alarmed at his appearance they scattered in all directions. The wolf ran to the woods, the tiger into the heart of the forest, the elephant to Nigeria, the lion to the desert and the goat to the abode of human beings. That is the reason why they live now in these various places instead of all together as they did previously. Chapter 29 From West African Folktales by William H. Barker Read for LibriVox.org by Tammy L. Coles King Chameleon and the Animals In the olden days all the animals of the world lived together in friendship. They had no one to rule over them and judge them. In consequence many very wicked deeds were constantly being done as no one needed to fear any punishment. At last they all met together to discuss this bad state of affairs and as a result they decided to choose a king. The great difficulty was how to choose him. Lion was the first animal suggested but all opposed him because they said he was too fierce. Wolf was next named but the sheep and goats refused to have him because he was their foe. They knew they would have bad treatment if he were chosen. As it was impossible to please everyone by choice they decided in another way. Two miles away was a great stool placed under a very ancient tree which they believed to be the abode of some of their gods. They would have a great race. The animal which reached and sat down first on the stool should be chosen king. The day of the race arrived. All animals great and small prepared to take part in it. The signal being given they started off. The hare being a very fine runner speedily out distanced the others. He reached the stool quite 500 yards ahead of the next animal. You may judge of his annoyance when just as he was going to sit down a voice came from the stool saying take care Mr. Hare. Take care I was here first. This was the chameleon. He being able to change his color to suit his surroundings had seized Mr. Hare's tail just as the race began. Having made his color match the hare's no one had noticed him. He had held on very tightly and when the hare turned around to take his seat chameleon dropped off and landed on the stool. The hare saw how he had been tricked and was very angry. The other animals however arrived before he could harm the chameleon. According to the agreement they had made they had no choice but to make chameleon king. But none of the animals were satisfied with the choice. So as soon as the meeting was over all scattered in every direction and left chameleon quite alone. He was so ashamed that he went and made his home at the top of a very high tree on a mountain. In the dead of night you may hear him calling his attendants to come and stay with him but he is left quite alone. A king without subjects is no king. End of chapter 29 this recording is in the public domain. To lose an elephant for the sake of a wren is a very foolish thing to do from West African Folk Tales. This is the LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org. West African Folk Tales by William H. Barker. To lose an elephant for the sake of a wren is a very foolish thing to do. In the olden times there stood in the king's town a very great tree. This tree was so huge that it began to overshadow the neighboring fields. The king decided to have it cut down. He caused his servants to proclaim throughout the country that anyone who succeeded in cutting down the tree with a wooden axe should have an elephant in payment. People thought it would be impossible to cut down such a great tree with an axe of wood. Spider however decided to try by cunning to gain the elephant. He accordingly presented himself before the king and expressed his readiness to get rid of the tree. A servant was sent with him to keep watch and to see that he only used the wooden axe given him. Spider however had taken care to have another, made of steel, hidden in his bag. He now began to fell with tree. In a very few minutes he said to the servant, See, yonder is a fine antelope. If you are quick you will be able to hit it with a stone. Run! The lad did as he was bid and ran a long way, but could see no sign of the antelope. In his absence Spider seized the sharp axe and hastened to cut as much of the tree as he could, carefully hiding the axe in his bag before the servant's return. This trick he repeated several times till finally the tree was cut down. Spider went to the king to get the elephant and took the servant to prove that he had used only the wooden axe. He got his promised reward and started for home in great glee. On the way however he began to think over the matter. Shall I take this animal home? thought he. That would be foolish, for then I would be obliged to share it with my family. No, I will hide it in the forest and eat it at my leisure. In that way I can have the whole of it for myself. Now what can I take home for the children's dinner? Thereupon he looked around and a little distance away saw a tiny wren sitting on a tree. Exactly what I want, he said to himself, that will be quite sufficient for them. I will tie my elephant to this tree while I catch the bird. This he did, but when he tried to seize the ladder it flew off. He chased it for some time without success. Well well said he. My family will just have to go without dinner. I will now go back and get my elephant. He returned to the spot where he had left the animal, but to his dismay the ladder had escaped. Spider was obliged to go home empty handed, and he, as well as his family, went dinnerless that day. End of, to lose an elephant for the sake of a wren is a very foolish thing to do. The ungrateful man from West African Folk Tales. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. West African Folk Tales by William H. Barker. The Ungrateful Man. A hunter who was terribly poor was one day walking through the forest in search of food. Coming to a deep hole he found there a leopard, a serpent, a rat, and a man. These had all fallen into the trap and were unable to get out again. Seeing the hunter they begged him to help them out of the hole. At first he did not wish to release any but the man. The leopard, he said, had often stolen his cattle and eaten them. The serpent very frequently bit men and caused their death. The rat did no good to anyone. He saw no use in setting them free. However, these animals pleaded so hard for life that at last he helped them out of the pit. Each in turn promised to reward him for his kindness, except the man. He, saying he was very poor, was taken home by the kind-hearted hunter and allowed to stay with him. A short time after, serpent came to the hunter and gave him a very powerful antidote for snake poison. Keep it carefully, said serpent. You will find it very useful one day. When you are using it, be sure to ask for the blood of a traitor to mix with it. The hunter, having thanked serpent very much, took great care of the powder and always carried it with him. The leopard also showed his gratitude by killing animals for the hunter and supplying him with food for many weeks. Then one day the rat came to him and gave him a large bundle. These, said he, are some native cloths, gold dust and ivory. They will make you rich. The hunter thanked the rat very heartily and took the bundle into his cottage. After this, the hunter was able to live in great comfort. He built himself a fine new house and supplied it with everything needful. The man whom he had taken out of the pit still lived with him. This man, however, was of very envious disposition. He was not at all pleased with his host's good fortune and only waited an opportunity to do him some harm. He very soon had a chance. A proclamation was sounded throughout the country to say that some robbers had broken into the king's palace and stolen his jewels and many other valuables. The ungrateful man instantly hurried to the king and asked what the reward would be if he pointed out the thief. The king promised to give him half of the things which had been stolen. The wicked fellow thereupon falsely accused his host of the theft, although he knew quite well that he was innocent. The honest hunter was immediately thrown into prison. He was then brought into court and requested to show how he had become so rich. He told them faithfully the source of his income, but no one believed him. He was condemned to die the following day at noon. Next morning, while preparations were being made for his execution, word was brought to the prison that the king's eldest son had been bitten by a serpent and was dying. Anyone who could cure him was begged to come and do so. The hunter immediately thought of the powder which his serpent friend had given him and asked to be allowed to use it. At first they were unwilling to let him try, but finally he received permission. The king asked him if there were anything he needed for it, and he replied, a traitor's blood to mix it with. His majesty immediately pointed out the wicked fellow who had accused the hunter and said, There stands the worst traitor, for he gave up the kind host who had saved his life. The man was at once beheaded and the powder was mixed as the serpent had commanded. As soon as it was applied to the prince's wound, the young man was cured. In great delight the king loaded the hunter with honors and sent him happily home. End of The Ungrateful Man Why tigers never attack men unless they are provoked. From West African Folk Tales by William H. Barker Read for LibriVox.org by Hevid A man hunting one day in the forest met a tiger. At first each was afraid of the other, but after some talking they became quite friendly. They agreed to live together for a little time. First the man would live with the tiger in his forest home for two weeks. Then the tiger would come and live in the man's home. The tiger behaved so well to the man during his visit that the man felt he had never been so well treated in all his life. Then came the time for the tiger to return home with the man. As they were going the tiger was somewhat afraid. He asked the man if he really thought he would be safe. What if your friends do not like my face and kill me? he asked. You need fear nothing said his host. No one will touch you while I am there. The tiger therefore came to the man's house and stayed with him for three weeks. He had brought his male cub with him and the young tiger became very friendly with the man's son. Some months later the man's father died. When Tiger heard of his friend's great loss he and his cub set out at once to see and condol with him. They brought a large sum of money to help the man. As Tiger was going home again two of the man's friends lay in hiding for him and shot him. Fortunately he was not killed but he was very much grieved lest these men had shot him at his friend's wish. He determined to find out if the man had known anything at all about the shot. Accordingly he went to the place in the forest where he had first met his friend. There he lay down as if he was dead after telling his cub to watch and see what would happen. By and by the man came along. When he saw the tiger lying as he thought dead he was terribly troubled. He began to cry and mourn for his friend and sat there all night long with the tiger's cub to watch that no harm should befall the body. When mourning came and Tiger was quite assured that his friend had had nothing at all to do with the shot. He was very glad. He got up then to the man's great astonishment and explained why he had pretended to be dead. Go home said Tiger and remember me always. In future for your sake I will never touch a man unless he first meddles with me. End of Why Tigers Never Attack Men Unless They Are Provoked This recording is in the public domain. The Oman Henne Who Light Riddles From West African Folk Tales by William H. Barker Read for LibriVox.org by Hevid The Oman Henne is the chief of a village. A certain Oman Henne had three sons who were very anxious to see the world. They went to their father and asked permission to travel. This permission he readily gave. It was the turn of the eldest to go first. He was provided with a servant and with all he could possibly require for the journey. After travelling for some time he came to a town where lived an Oman Henne who loved riddles. Being a stranger the traveller was according to custom brought by the people before the chief. The latter explained to him that they had certain laws in their village. One law was that every stranger must best the Oman Henne in answering riddles or he would be beheaded. He must be prepared to begin the contest the following morning. Next day he came to the assembly place and found the Oman Henne there with all his attendants. The Oman Henne asked many riddles. As the young man was unable to answer any of them he was judged to have failed and was beheaded. After some time the second son of the Oman Henne started on his travels. By a strange chance he arrived at the same town where his brother had died. He also was asked many riddles and failed to answer them. Accordingly he too was put to death. By and by the third brother announced his intention of travelling. His mother did all in her power to persuade him to stay at home. It was quite in vain. She was sure that if he also reached the town where his brothers had died the same thing would happen to him. Rather than allow this she thought she would prefer him to die on the way. She prepared for him a food called kanky which she filled with poison. Having packed it away in his bag he set off. Very soon he began to feel hungry. Knowing however that his mother had not wished him to leave home and therefore might have put some poison in the food he thought he would test it before eating it himself. Seeing a vulture nearby he threw it half the cake. The bird ate the kanky and immediately fell dead by the roadside. Three panthers came along and began to eat the vulture. They also fell dead. The young man cut off some of the flesh of the panthers and roasted it. He then packed it carefully away in his bundle. A little farther on he was attacked by seven highway robbers. They wanted to kill him at once. He told them he had some good roast meat in his bundle and invited them to eat with him first. They agreed and divided up the food into eight parts. While they were eating the young man carefully hid his portion. Soon all the seven robbers fell ill and died. The young man then went on his way. At last he reached the town where his brothers had died. Like them he was summoned to the assembly place to answer the riddles of the Oman Hene. For two days the contest proved equal. At the end of that time the young man said, I have only one riddle left. If you are able to answer that you may put me to death. He then gave this riddle to the Oman Hene. Half kills one, one kills three, three kills seven. The ruler failed to answer it that evening so it was postponed till the next day. During the night the Oman Hene disguised himself and went to the house where the stranger was staying. There he found the young man asleep in the hall. Imagining that the man before him was the stranger's servant and never dreaming that it was the stranger himself, he roused the sleeper and promised him a large reward if he would give him the solution to the riddle. The young man replied that he would tell the answer if the Oman Hene would bring him the costume which he always wore at the assembly. The ruler was only too pleased to go and fetch it for him. When the young man had the garments quite safely he explained the riddle fully to the craft Oman Hene. He said that as they were leaving home the mother of his master made him kanky. In order to find out if the kanky was good they gave half to a vulture. The latter died. Three panthers which tasted the vulture also died. A little of the panthers roasted flesh killed seven robbers. The Oman Hene was delighted to have found out the answer. He warned the supposed servant not to tell his master what had happened. In the morning all the villagers assembled together again. The Oman Hene proudly gave the answer to the riddle as if he himself had found it out. But the young man asked him to produce his ceremonial dress which he ought to be wearing in assembly. This of course he was unable to do as the young man had hidden it carefully away. The stranger then told what had happened in the night and how the ruler had got the answer to the riddle by cheating. The assembly declared that the Oman Hene had failed to find out the riddle and must die. Accordingly he was beheaded and the young man was appointed Oman Hene in his place. End of The Oman Hene Who Like Riddles This recording is in the public domain. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For further information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org How Mushrooms First Grew from West African Folktales by William H. Barker Long ago there dwelt in a town two brothers whose bad habits brought them much trouble. Day by day they got more deeply in debt. Their creditors gave them no peace so at last they ran away into the woods. They became highway robbers but they were not happy. Their minds were troubled by their evil deeds. At last they decided to go home, make a big farm and pay off their debts gradually. They accordingly set to work and soon had quite a fine farm prepared for corn. As the soil was good they hoped the harvest would bring them in much money. Unfortunately that very day a bushfowl came along. Being hungry it scratched up all the newly planted seeds and ate them. The two poor brothers on arriving at the field next day were dismayed to find all their work quite wasted. They put down a trap for the thief. That evening the bushfowl was caught in it. The two brothers when they came and found the bird told it that now all their debts would be transferred to it because it had robbed them of the means of paying the debts themselves. The poor bird in great trouble at having such a burden thrust upon it made a nest under a silk cotton tree. There it began to lay eggs meaning to hatch them and sell the young birds for money to pay off the debts. A terrible hurricane came however and a branch of the tree came down. All the eggs were smashed. As a result the bushfowl transferred the debts to the tree as it had broken the eggs. The silk cotton tree was in dismay at having such a big sum of money to pay off. It immediately set to work to make as much silk cotton as it possibly could that it might sell it. An elephant not knowing all that had happened came along. Seeing the silk cotton he came to the tree and plucked down all its bearings. By this means the debts were transferred to the poor elephant. The elephant was very sad when he found what he'd done. He wandered away into the desert thinking of a way to make money. He could think of none. As he stood quietly under a tree a poor hunter crept up. This man thought he was very lucky to find such a fine elephant standing so still. He at once shot him. Just before the animal died he told the hunter that now the debts would have to be paid by him. The hunter was much grieved when he heard this as he had no money at all. He walked home wondering what he could do to make enough money to pay the debts. In the darkness he did not see the stump of a tree which the overseers had cut down in the road. He fell and broke his leg. By this means the debts were transferred to the tree stump. Not knowing this a party of white ants came along next morning and began to eat into the tree. When they had broken it nearly to the ground the tree told them that now the debts were theirs as they had killed it. The ants being very wise held a council together to find out how best they could make money. They decided each to contribute as much as possible. With the proceeds one of their young men would go to the nearest market and buy pure linen thread. This they would weave and sell and the profits would go to help pay the debts. This was done. From time to time all the linen stock was brought and spread out in the sunshine to keep it in good condition. When men see this linen lying out on the ant hills they call it mushroom and gather it for food. End of How Mushrooms First Grew Farmer My Brow and the Fairies from West African Folk Tales by William H. Barker Read for LibriVox.org by Hevid Farmer My Brow was one day looking about for a suitable piece of land to convert into a field. He wished to grow corn and yams. He discovered a fine spot close to a great forest which latter was the home of some fairies. He set to work at once to prepare the field. Having sharpened his great knife he began to cut down the bushes. No sooner had he touched one than he heard a voice say Who is there cutting down the bushes? My Brow was too much astonished to answer. The question was repeated. This time the farmer realised that it must be one of the fairies and so replied I am my Brow come to prepare a field. Fortunately for him the fairies were in great good humour. He heard one say Let us all help Farmer My Brow to cut down the bushes. The rest agreed. To My Brow's great delight the bushes were all rapidly cut down with very little trouble on his part. He returned home exceedingly well pleased with his day's work having resolved to keep the field a secret even from his wife. Early in January when it was time to burn the dry bush he set off to his field one afternoon with the means of making a fire. Hoping to have the fairies' assistance once more he intentionally struck the trunk of a tree as he passed. Immediately came the question Who is there striking the stumps? He promptly replied I am my Brow come to burn down the bush. Accordingly the dried bushes were all burnt down and the field left clear in less time than it takes to tell it. Next day the same thing happened. My Brow came to chop up the stumps for firewood and clear the field for digging. In a very short time his faggots and firewood were piled ready while the field was bare. So it went on. The field was divided into two parts one for maize and one for yams. In all the preparations digging, sowing, planting the fairies gave great assistance. Still the farmer had managed to keep the whereabouts of his field a secret from his wife and neighbours. The soil, having been so carefully prepared the crops promised exceedingly well. My Brow visited them from time to time and congratulated himself on the splendid harvest he would have. One day while maize and yams were still in their green and milky state My Brow's wife came to him. She wished to know where his field lay that she might go and fetch some of the firewood from it. At first he refused to tell her. Being very persistent however she finally succeeded in obtaining the information. But on one condition she must not answer any question that should be asked her. This she readily promised and set off for the field. When she arrived there she was utterly amazed at the wealth of the corn and yams. She had never seen such magnificent crops. The maize looked most tempting being still in the milky state so she plucked an ear. While doing so she heard a voice say Who is there breaking the corn? Who dares ask me such a question? She replied angrily quite forgetting her husband's command. Going to the field of yams she plucked one of them also Who is there picking the yams? came the question again. It is I, my Brow's wife. This is my husband's field and I have a right to pick. Out came the fairies. Let us all help my Brow's wife to pluck her corn and yams said they. Before the frightened woman could say a word the fairies had all set to work with a will and the corn and yams lay useless on the ground. Being all green and unripe the harvest was now utterly spoiled. The farmer's wife wept bitterly but to no purpose. She returned slowly home not knowing what to say to her husband about such a terrible catastrophe. She decided to keep silence about the matter. Accordingly next day the poor man set off gleefully to his field to see how his fine crops were getting on. His anger and dismay may be imagined when he saw his field a complete ruin. All his work and foresight had been absolutely ruined through his wife's forgetfulness of her promise. End of Farmer, My Brow and the Fairies End of West African Folk Tales by William H. Barker